Feather 03

[exensis]

[Azi appears on the Plane cradling a cup of hot chocolate, dressed>much more casually than usual. The tie and jacket are gone, leaving him in nothing but a simple polo shirt and dress pants. He looks, not exactly miserable, just....bored really]

I never have been a fan of rainy weather.

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[exserpens]

[And as usual, over the last few millennia, Crowley has the cure for your boredom Azi! Enter one very frazzled-looking demon, sans sunglasses, who's just come out of a fight. In fact, he hasn't even had time to clear up the steadily bruising eye, the busted nose, or the copious amount of blood on his face, his shirt, and his hand.]

[exensis]

[It takes the angel a few moments to really register this. He hasn't seen Crowley this bloody in ages really, paint gun incident excluded. When it does, however, he hastily puts the cup down and rushes to his side] Crowley, what in God's name happened to you?

[exserpens]

Hei.

[...as if this explains anything.]

[He conjures a chair and drops down into it, unceremoniously.]

[exensis]

[Sorry Crowley, the name does not ring a bell] You'll have to give me a little more than that, I'm afraid. But it can wait.

[A moment later, there is a small towel in his hand. He reaches up and hold's Crowley's chin between forefinger and thumb, keeping his head steady as he wipes some of the blood off his face before pressing the towel to his nose and holding it there gently but securely, taking care not to agitate the bone] Keep your head tilted forward, would you? If you start choking on your own blood, things will get messier than they are already.

[exserpens]

[Crowley grumbles, but complies. When he speaks it's muffled and distorted somewhat by the general mess his face has become, and the towel pressed to it.]

Hei...a friend of Henrietta's. Comes to the Plane.

[exensis]

[He muffles the sigh, but still gives him a disapproving looking] You certainly do have a talent for attracting trouble, demon or not.

I do hope that you didn't antagonize him as you usually do.

[exserpens]

What was I supposed to do after he'd socked me out of the blue, buy him dinner?

[exensis]

Really, you should know better than that! Honestly Crowley, sometimes I think you act this childishly on purpose.

[exserpens]

I would like to point out-

[And he shifted, which means he gets cut off abruptly as something starts hurting again. He winces and stops talking for the moment.]

[exensis]

[Azi makes a chiding noise, once again holding his chin like before] There's no need to mess up your nose anymore than it already is.

[exserpens]

[Crowley considers very briefly making a snide remark about how Azi could just heal the blessed thing...and decides to keep his trap shut. For reasons.]

[...yes. Reasons. >>;]

[exensis]

[Azi thinks that if he simply heals it, Crowley won't learn his lesson and simply go out and antagonize someone else. He'd rather not reinforce such behavior]

[exserpens]

[And Crowley is sort of enjoying the attention. So there.]

[exensis]

[Eventually the angel does pull away, using a clean portion of the towel to wipe at as much of the blood as he really can]

[exserpens]

[Crowley looks down his own nose, finding it hard to see very much of what's going on from his particular vantage.]

He really did start it, though. Came out of nowhere.

[exensis]

[Pulling away completely, Azi makes a slight face at all the blood] Your nose is healed and there are no blood stains.

And you must have done something before to have gotten him this upset.